Took them bowling in the arcade
We went strolling; spilled lemonade
We made paintings without a smock
then stayed up till nine o'clock
Dirty swings don't mean a thing
But, uh oh, those summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
But you don't gotta brag
Tell me more, tell me more
'Cause it sounds like a drag

She was sticky ice cream in hand
Well, she got filthy down in the sand
By nighttime, we’re not vey clean
Smell like outside, you know what I mean
Summer heat, bug spray and feet
But, uh oh, those summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
Lots of play dates that never end?
Tell me more, tell me more
Can they call their friends?

It turns colder; then will it end?
Me and whirlpool, we'll still be friends
So I’ll make my laundry vow
I’m okay if it not all done right' now
Summer clothes ripped at the seams
But, oh, those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more

About Me

Hi, I am S. Long ago I planned to study social work, get a law degree, and marry a fellow professional when I graduated. We were supposed to effortlessly have two awesome careers, save the world, and a make family. I did most of that--I have a bachelors and masters in social work, married my law school sweetheart, worked for a decade as a children's advocacy attorney, and we do have two precious girls!! To my surprise, my career is mostly a SAHM and most days all I try to "save" is my own sanity! For two decades I have been a near professional volunteer in addition to my actual work. I briefly tried to be an "event stylist." I am currently using this blog to help me figure out my next big plan.